NEW INFORMATION ON WHITTY YEAH? THAT MEANS MORE THINGS I CAN ADD! + more things I can do with his personality! I'm not spoiling anything but this chapter and the next may be a bit.. spicy?
Here we GO!!

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No one's pov.

Its been at least five days since Whitty began staying at Y/n's house. The tall bomb was seemingly getting more comfortable around them, telling them about the things he liked! He was still the shy and nervous type though.

Not to mention, extremely paranoid..

The only problem in their friendship was the fact that Whitty was so terrified to go outside, in fear of getting caught or his new friend killed. It was a valid reason, but he couldn't stay locked away forever could he?

Y/n didn't plan on letting him do that, as their whole goal was to help him get his life back together and be the most best friend they could possibly be.

If only "The Greater Good" or the stupid "Cherry Bombs" could get out of here, the plan to help him would be much easier..

Poor whitty though.. Today was the day they were hosting the try outs for the Friday night funk. On a Wednesday you may be asking? Yes, the results for the contest would come out on Thursday so it was necessary!

Y/n's pov.

"I really don't think is a good idea for me to go.. I wanna support you and all, but I've been in the area for way too long." Whitty explains to me, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Come on Whitty, I'll make it up to you!" I grinned. He hasn't seen me perform yet, but I haven't seen him either. I think it'd be worth it!
"How so?" He crossed his arms, rasing a "brow" he was standing up straight now.
"I'll buy you your favorite.. food?" I shrugged.. I had no idea what to offer.
"Hmmm.. No.. You know what? Ill go, in exchange for one thing" Whitty sighed, my eyes go wide.

"And that is?? I'll do it!" I grinned, staring up at him with bright eyes.
He nodded and looked at me seriously.

"I want one of those square thingies."

"....A what?"

"Those soft square thingies? Or was it a rectangle.."

"Huh?!?"

"The squishy shape thing!!!" His face flushed in red a bit as he gritted his teeth.

"......You want a pillow-"
"Yes. I've seen them everywhere.. On the tv.. in ads.. even in your room, but I never got a chance to have one of my own." Whitty said in a serious tone. It was dramatic in a funny way.

"You know you could've asked for one sooner. I'd literally still get you one, going to the try outs or not"
"So does that me-"
"You said you'd go if I got you one, and I'm getting you one" I pointed out again.

"Hmmm.. Deal." Whitty nodded making me genuinely happy, and i held out my hand for a hand shake to seal the deal. He stares down at my hand curiously and tilted his head, clearly not knowing what to do.
"Shake on it!" I grabbed his hand and shook it, making his face flushed a dark red.

Its random but one of the things I noticed was that he didn't like or wasn't use to affection. It was almost as if he was just really awkward or didn't know how to express it clearly. 

Never tried hugging him though..
Haha..

(Small time skip)

It was getting closer to the the try out time which is usually at night time. I specialize in bass guitar and electric guitar, but in this case..
I'd just be singing!
Those fuckers wouldn't stand a chance!!

I smirked at myself as I got ready in the mirror. Gotta look cool like the sick person I am right? In the corner of my eye, I noticed Whitty just standing there. He was dressed in the clothes i had found him, so pretty presentable i guess?

"Ay Whitty" I called him, making him turn his gaze to me.
"You ready bro? We're leaving in a few!" I began putting all my stuff together, like my keys and mic. I could tell he was still nervous about something.

Yeah, no. Fuck that.

I slid a gun into my pocket. Fuck with Whitty, you gonna get shot.

(Town's gun law is pretty basic. You can carry a gun, and use it for self defense.. UNLIKE PICO JUST WAVING THAT SHIT-)

"Ok ready!" I exclaimed with a cheerful smile and lead him to the car. Almost forgetting how tall he was, i had to have him sit in the back seat.

Whatever.. windows back there were far more tinted so nobody could look in there even if they tried.
"Wanna grab something to eat after? I'll get you whatever!" I said as I got the car started and began pulling out of the driveway.
"Icecream.. I kinda wanna try it" He said, trying to get comfortable in the backseat. Position he was in looked extremely uncomfortable.
"And Icecream you shall get, Whits!" I agreed, cause I mean.. its the least I could do for him.

I parked sorta close to the club. Quicker way out in case everything got shitty in there.
Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a water bottle and began chugging it.

That's when I realized, choking on my water.
That cloud man was at the last Friday night funk..
I doubt he'd go to the try outs unless he wanted to tryout himself, so I could only pray he didn't sing like me and Whitty.

"You ok?" Whitty questioned with genuine concern. I was coughing like a damn mad man so I understood why.
"Y-yeAh- *C O U G H* IT WENT DOWN THE WRON- *C O U G H I N G*  HOLe" I wheezed out, gasping for air. When I caught it, I finally realized that Whitty needed my help getting out.
"O-oh shit sorry here i come!" I quickly jumped out if the car, stuffing my keys in my pocket and opening the door.

He had to get out legs first then the rest of him.
"Ok ok let's go!!" I grabbed his hand, barely giving him time to close the door and made my way inside. Before going in, he made sure to slip his hoodie over his head. It didn't help much, but it did hide his fuse so nobody could tell what he physically was.

There were at least 30 people inside and 4 people trying out, now 5 including myself.
"Find a seat, buddy, ill be back stage till they call me out. Then, ill blow your mind" I jokingly winked at him, making him look away.
"Here to try out? Write down your name and go up on stage! You'll be our last person on stage" The judge called me over and hand me a pen and the sign up sheet.

I did everything as said and waved to whitty with a dorky smile on my face.

No one's pov.

Whitty stares up at the stage, feeling extremely anxious. Every few seconds he'd look back at the door as if he was expecting one of those groups to break the door down and take him away. He could only pray that this event ended soon, as he only came here to support his new friend.

His anxiety worsens by second.
'There wouldn't be any way to know im here, they couldn't just find out that easy could they?' The poor bomb thought to himself as he looked down at his hands.

"Number 2! Come on out!" The judges called.
It was getting harder for him to focus now, as the anxiety was real.

Thats when he said fuck it and exited the building.
'I'll make it back in time for your part, y/n' Whitty thought to himself as he made his way into the alley way. He made it to the wall furthest back.

"Hey, bf.. wasn't that that rockstar guy?" Gf shook bf's shoulder and pointed at the doors where whitty exit at.
"Beep? Beep bo be bop??"(Whitty? The guy i didn't get to battle last time??) Bf whisper yelled.
"Yeah! Maybe its your chance?" Gf said with a sweet smile, but bf was already on it and out the door.
"Oh geez.." Gf sighed and got her stuff together and followed behind him.

Whitty was standing by the dumpsters in the very back, his eyes closed as he tried to get rid of that anxiety. He heard footsteps running towards him making his eyes snap open.
"W-Who-" Whitty questioned, as he was about to get ready to run. A short, blue haired.. kid? He couldn't tell.
"Oh its just you.. and your friend." Whitty said as he noticed the girl standing behind them.
"Beep skdoo bop peebo ah! Beep bebo o!"(I'm the best singer at the Friday night funk! I challenge you to a battle!) Bf exclaimed in his funny words.

"Now..? I'm trying not to get caught.. Plus I have to get back to my friend soon." Whitty explains nervously.
"I'll have to declin-" Whitty noticed the gf getting her speaker set up.

Whitty could feel his whole body burning.

These two were gonna get him caught..

AYEE, NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT TODAY TOO, BUT A BIT LATER!
Fun fact, I fell asleep 3 times while writing this and it's the only reason why it came out so late. ITS A HABIT, I APOLOGIZE!

Also.. Sock?...

I don't think they read this one but I guess that means I don't have to take it down? Pretty great, cause I'm literally addicted to writing this book!
But if they are reading it, HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING IT!